I remember it…

I remember it all…

Clear as day…

The day they were taken from me and my life change…

The sun was about to rise. That was my favorite moment of the day. It was another chance to live life to the fullest. I removed the blankets from on top of me and quietly walked out of my room. I know my parents were still asleep so I did not try to make a sound. I have become quite good at the whole 'moving silently' thing since I do this almost every morning.

Finally I made it out the house through the back door. The sun has not shown its beautiful shine yet. I continue my way to a tree. This tree was wide and I could only imagine the height of it. I started to climb, grabbing the closest branch my short limbs reach. I continue to pull myself up, getting higher and higher. The thing is, I have climbed this tree many times before. It was known as 'my spot' to my parents. I finally reach a wide, strong branch that would be able to hold my weight. I sat down, leaning my back against the trunk of the tree. Then it starts. The sun begins to rise. As it does, I can feel its warm glow on my tan skin. I let out a calm breathe. This was always refreshing. I closed my eyes as the sun lifts itself into the beautiful blue sky, listening to all the animals in the woods rise from their slumber. After a few minutes of taking in the peaceful aura, I hear someone call out my name. "Nashoba!"

I know whose voice it was. It was my mother. I tried shifting myself to try and hide. Mother never did like me climbing. She always said it was too dangerous. "Nashoba, I know you are in that tree! Do not try to hide." I let out a sigh. Why can't she just leave me be when I am up here? Climbing feels so natural. I think I got it from father. "Honey, leave the poor girl alone. She loves climbing." I heard my father's voice come out of nowhere. I begin to climb back down. I do not feel like getting yelled at for staying up here too long. Once I let my feet touch the ground, I am greeted by my parents. My mother was beautiful…pale skin, dark brown hair and stunning green eyes. She is originally from Boston. My father is a Mohawk native…tan skin, black as night hair and deep brown eyes. I look more like my father but I have my mother's eye color. My parents met somewhere on the Frontier. Knowing that their love was frowned upon by both of their races, they decided to live on their own on the Frontier. They actually built our home on the outer part of the land his village stands upon. Sometimes I would wonder off to take a look at the village from a really high tree but I never dared to get too close. My father still has a few friends from the village. I do not think he has told them about my mother and me. I do not blame him. If he did tell them about us he would truly lose all connection with his people and that would break his heart. But somehow my parents made it all work out. "Nashoba, I have told you multiple times I do not want you climbing. What if you got hurt?" My mother makes a face at the thought of me getting hurt. "I cannot help it mother. It is something I enjoy doing it. It is like an adventure every time!" I have a smile on my face. Climbing and being around nature always made me feel happy. My mother lets out a sigh. "You are your father's daughter alright…" she glances at my father. He gives her that 'what is that suppose to mean' look. Then he walks up to me and ruffles up my hair when his hand. He gives me his warm, calming smile. I always loved that smile. It made me feel safe.

The day went on as it normally does. I do whatever chores my parents give me and they do…whatever they do. I honestly never pay much attention to what they do all day. I was cleaning the kitchen floor when suddenly I heard multiple footsteps, both human and horse, outside of our home. I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I dropped what I was doing and went to look out the front window. I could see my father speaking to the group of men. I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was my mother and she had a serious look on her face. "Mother, what is going on?" I ask. "Nashoba, stay inside and stay away from the window." Her tone was serious. I did what I was told and my mother walked outside to be with my father. I was confused and scared. I did not know what was going on or what was going to happen.

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